15-1: The Soft Mattress
While Agung lost himself in the embrace of Fransiska, Tejo Wingit leaned close and whispered softly into Bartini’s ear.
Tejo: “Bartini…”
Bartini tilted her head, bringing her ear near his lips with a curious smile.
Bartini: “Yes, my Lord?”
Tejo’s voice grew lower, thick with amusement and mischief.
Tejo: “Do you know… Master Agung has set his heart upon you.
He desires you greatly.”
Bartini’s eyes went wide, surprise and delight warring on her round face.
Bartini: “Me?
A noble human man… wants me?”
Tejo nodded, grinning at her reaction.
Tejo: “That is exactly what he said, sweet one.”
Bartini looked down at her own full, soft figure, a little uncertain yet glowing with pleasure.
Bartini: “But I am so round and plump, my Lord… what could possibly draw his gaze to me?”
Tejo threw his head back and laughed heartily, the sound echoing warmly through the chamber.
Tejo: “Hahaha!
Oh Bartini… you truly do not know your own charms.”
Bartini giggled, swatting playfully at his arm.
Bartini: “Then tell me, my Lord… what is so amusing?”
Tejo leaned in again, his tone rich with admiration.
Tejo: “Master Agung has never lain with a woman blessed with curves as generous and soft as yours.
To him, you are like the finest down mattress — warm, yielding, and utterly irresistible.”
Bartini blushed deeply, pretending to look away in embarrassment, though a proud, secret smile tugged at her lips.
Tejo continued, his words painting a picture of her rare beauty.
Tejo: “And beyond your softness… you carry a lush, natural veil of dark, curly hair that covers your most intimate places completely — thick, abundant, and alluring.”
Bartini peeked back at him, curiosity burning in her gaze.
Bartini: “All of it… covered?”
Tejo chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with fond remembrance.
Tejo: “From the front all the way around to your backside… not even the slightest glimpse of your hidden warmth can be seen beneath that glorious dark veil.
It flows like a rich carpet down to the base of your spine, hiding every secret you hold.”
Bartini gasped softly, her cheeks flushing hotter still.
Bartini: “You speak as if it is something to be proud of…”
Tejo nodded firmly.
Tejo “Proud you should be.
When Master Agung discovers it for himself, he will be utterly captivated, I promise you.”
Bartini glanced sideways at Cartini, Dartini, and the other women, a flicker of boldness in her eyes.
Bartini: “But… does it not make you jealous, my Lord?
To share me with another man?”
Tejo stared at her for a moment, then burst into such loud laughter that he began to cough, clutching his chest.
Tejo: “Hahaha!
Jealous?
My sweet Bartini — it is the greatest honor our kind could ever hope for, to offer our bodies and our service to a noble human spirit.
How could I ever feel envy?”
Satisfied, Bartini pulled her ear away, and a wicked, eager smile spread slowly across her lips — she could hardly wait to feel what it was like to be loved by a man from the mortal realm.
15-2: The Elders of the White Tiger Spirit Kingdom
Tejo straightened his robes, his expression growing more serious as he turned his attention fully to Agung, who had finally drawn himself away from Fransiska, still breathing heavily and glowing with satisfaction.
Tejo: “Now, Master… enough pleasure for a while.
Tell me truly — what urgent matter has brought you all the way to my realm today?”
Agung swallowed hard, pushing aside the haze of desire, his brow furrowed with worry and determination.
Agung: “I seek passage… to the very summit of Mount Bromo.
Can you help me cross its borders?”
Tejo Wingit froze, his eyes widening in utter shock.
Tejo: “Mount Bromo?
The sacred, forbidden peak?”
Agung nodded gravely.
Agung: “Yes.
That is where I must go.”
Tejo shook his head slowly, his voice heavy with gravity.
Tejo: “That is no easy journey, Master.
That mountain is shielded by the strongest spiritual barrier known to our kind — woven deep with ancient magic, impenetrable to almost all who dwell in this world.”
Agung’s shoulders slumped, disappointment washing over him.
He had traveled so far, filled with hope, only to hit a wall yet again.
Agung: “I feared as much…”
Tejo reached out and placed a reassuring hand upon his arm, his tone softening.
Tejo: “But do not mistake difficulty for impossibility, Master.
No power in creation is without its weakness.”
Agung lifted his head, a flicker of hope rekindling in his eyes.
Agung: “Then… you know where its weakness lies?”
Tejo smiled sadly and shook his head.
Tejo: “Not yet — but we shall find out.”
Agung sighed, his hope dimming once more.
Sensing his frustration, Tejo spoke quickly, his voice ringing with confidence.
Tejo: “Do not despair!
There are those who do hold such knowledge — our oldest ancestors, the founders of our realm.”
Agung blinked in surprise.
Agung: “You have ancestors still living?”
Tejo laughed warmly.
Tejo: “Living?
More than that — they are the roots of our kingdom.
Ki Jembar Angin and Nyai Ambar Angin — the first and most powerful White Tiger spirits who walked this earth centuries ago.
If anyone knows the secret of Bromo’s barrier, it is them.”
Agung let out a long breath, his face relaxing into gratitude.
Agung: “You are truly a faithful ally, Tejo.
I am more thankful than words can say… especially for the gift of Fransiska just now.”
Tejo chuckled knowingly, raising an eyebrow.
Tejo: “And how did you find her, Master?
I trust she pleased you?”
Agung laughed softly, his expression turning mischievous again. Get faster updates on g.com.
Agung: “Pleased?
She is unlike any woman I have ever known.
There is a rich, earthy scent about her — like old linen left to air in the warm sun, or perhaps like fish smoked over slow‑burning wood… a fragrance that most might find strong, but to me… it is utterly intoxicating.”
Tejo roared with laughter.
Tejo: “That is exactly her signature, Master!
She rarely bathes, preferring to let nature adorn her skin — and that very scent is what makes her so irresistible.”
Agung grinned, already missing her warmth.
Agung: “You speak truth — it awakened every fiber of my being.”
Tejo clapped his hands together playfully.
Tejo: “Then take her as your own companion, Master!
She would be honored to follow you wherever you go.”
Agung shook his head, laughing heartily.
Agung: “Hahaha — no need!
I do not wish to tie her to me forever… there are other delights here I would rather sample first.”
Tejo smiled knowingly, then grew serious once more.
Tejo: “But back to our quest — the Elders do not appear lightly.
It will take three full days of preparation and ritual before we may call them forth.”
Agung nodded in understanding.
Agung: “Three days?
That is a long wait…”
Tejo leaned in, eyes sparkling.
Tejo: “A long wait indeed — but not if we fill it with joy.
Would you like Fransiska to keep you company until then?”
Agung’s smile widened, his gaze drifting straight toward Bartini, who stood watching them with half‑lidded, eager eyes.
Agung: “Fransiska was wonderful… but I have already set my sights elsewhere.
If you permit me, Tejo… let your softest, roundest beauty — Bartini — be the one to share my bed these next three days.”
Tejo burst into laughter so loud it shook the silken curtains.
Tejo: “Hahaha — of course!
Anything you wish, Master!”
He immediately turned and called out to the waiting women.
Tejo: “Bartini!
Come forward!
Tonight and for all days to come until we meet the Elders — you shall attend Master Agung, body and soul, and bring him such pleasure that he shall forget the passing of time!”
Bartini stepped forward, her large frame swaying gracefully, and bowed low, her smile bright and inviting.
Bartini: “It is my greatest honor, my Lord… I shall serve him well indeed.”
Tejo glanced at Agung.
Tejo: “Will only Bartini suffice, Master?
Shall I send others as well — Cartini, Dartini, or the rest?”
Agung looked them over briefly, then shook his head firmly, his gaze locked only on Bartini.
Agung: “No, Tejo — only Bartini.
One such woman is more than enough… my strength would barely suffice to enjoy even half of all that softness!”
Tejo and the attendants erupted in lewd, joyful laughter, watching the large woman step forward to claim her place beside the mortal man.
TO BE CONTINUED